They were laughing merrily as they listened to Trent D’Arby’s Wishing Well. They were gunning the car trying to outpace the rolling tornado.
They made it to their place with plenty of time to spare. They ran into the house and they each grabbed a broom and a candle.
The music was still blaring.
They quickly lined up as the sky kept getting darker and the tornado inched in closer.
As the tornado was directly overhead they each threw their broom and lit candle into their “well” and in they each fell laughing and giggling.
Oz was real.
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